Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Man with the Long Black Hair

On the way to Scarborough's fair
I met a man with long silky hair.
A hippie, Oh man he was groovy!
Just like the cool ones in a movie!
So I walked with him for a while,
watched him light his chillum too,
From them we looked at life anew.
Talk of love, peace, and woodstock
Che Guevara and the revolution rock.
He blew up a lot of philosophy in smoke.
Some I liked, some of it I did choke!
Behind the faint strains of Doors played,
CSN&Y, Who, Tull, many orchestrated.
Suddenly he lost his way, became a software guy.
Nnow our hippie, well he is rich and hi fi.
No longer smokes his chillum, nor the guitar plays
He’s on the internet surfing and working always
I wonder if he misses his wild happy days.

4 comments:

Arun said...

Comes a time
When you're driftin'
Comes a time
When you settle down
Comes a light
Feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time....

(Comes A Time - Neil Young)

Indrajit Dutta said...

Maybe the computer wore him down with its wares.

Subir said...

Yup, thats the life! The moral is to either be born rich or to get rich by 20. Both pretty difficult.

Subir said...

Isn't there a Dylan song for the man with the long dark coat? In one of his newer albums... either time out of mind or love and theft. Its not the name of the song, but a line in it.